I eat something that is so good, I want more but I stop myself. Pitfalls of being over 55.
Riding is like this... I find myself headed home but I want more. I love being home with my family but man do I love to ride.
I've never ever thought that this love affair would flame out. No, in fact, with each minute and each mile, the love of riding grows.
I ain't at work. I ain't stressed. I'm going nowhere. I'm seeing, breathing, feeling, and existing in a world that I don't take for granted.
I'm not commuting, I'm living! Riding is my fate and my destiny. I was born to ride!
I'm not forced to ride. I don't dread it. I plan for it without even realizing it. Like, checking the radar and temperature. When does the sun set? How much traffic is out there? What time of day is it... I'm good to go even if traffic is bad. I have short cuts to less traveled roads.
No! I'm not consumed. I wonder sometimes because seems I'm the only one out here riding more often than not. I just bought another helmet today. It was 50% off... HTC open face for $45. Has a clear pull down disappearing shield. Good deal!
I've already got a 1/2 dozen helmets. Needed another one cause the others are looking rough and beat up even though I try to be careful. Someone must be coming in my garage with a hammer.
Look! I think to truly enjoy riding, you have to be a big kid and an adult. You must have both the wonderment of flying on two wheels and the maturity to ride safely.
I like to think that I have both but sometimes the kid part takes over and then I have to be careful because I could get myself in trouble. This bike is heavy and it's fast. I'm flesh and blood @ 240 lbs and my body don't bounce well.
I posted this thread because it is warming up and I'm excited about the riding season. It was Sunday and warm yesterday and I saw a ton of riders out taking advantage... almost all of them waved.